61 Visit to doctor

"Can you just take me to the hospital? I have a doctor's appointment", I said to the silent Rashid.

"Sure Madam", he said. I rattled the name of the hospital but my mind was elsewhere. I knew I was right. I certainly feel a lot better when I don't eat anything. But I want to be on the safer side if there is any problem hence my visit to the good doctor. I walked to the hospital wishing Matt was here with me. I still feared the hospital since my last memory was kind of engraved in my brain. Maybe it was better for me that Matt didn't accompany me. He will trigger my attacks somehow. I impatiently waited for the doctor to call me.

When I went inside I felt my stomach revolt at the stench of sterilizing products. My doctor was an Indian woman in her late forties. She welcomed me with a smile.

"I'm Myra Kapoor. Mrs Farrell I presume?", she asked me.

"Yes", I said breathlessly careful not to draw any more air than required because I was on the verge of the next throw-up.

"I have seen you